~Alistair's POV~
He paused, his voice dropping a notch. "Or... do you want me to rub your stomach for you?"
The second he said it, my resolve crumbled. "Yes," I said, perhaps too quickly. "Rub my stomach."
He looked up at me, our eyes locking. The air was thick with the scent of his arousal and the suffocating weight of everything we weren't saying the heat, the need, the infuriating stubbornness that kept us a few inches apart. He hesitated, his fingers twitching near the edge of the duvet.
"Well?" I challenged, my voice dropping into a low, smoky simmer. "Don't you want to do it?"
"I... I want to, babe," Alex stammered, his voice rough and uneven.
I didn't let him finish. I reached for the tie of my robe, my eyes never leaving his. With slow, deliberate movements, I let the silk slide off my shoulders fully, the fabric pooling around my hips as I bared my chest to him. I lay back against the pillows, my nipples peaking in the cool air, and gestured toward my stomach.
